the spirit of the wolf

The fire in SheWolf.

Delphi is the one who shows up barefoot in the mud, straight-backed, no bullshit — and makes you believe you can do the thing you’re scared to do.

She brings the wildness. The strength. The “you’ve got this” energy when you feel like you don’t.

She’s the kind of woman who’ll hold space while you sob, then look you dead in the eye and ask what you’re going to do with that grief. Not because she’s hard — but because she sees what’s in you, even when you don’t yet.

Delphi doesn’t talk down to anyone.
She doesn’t try to fix you or manage your experience.
She just holds it like it’s holy — and makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you can carry it too.

She creates rituals that land in your gut.
Workshops that dig under the surface.
She’s trained in firewalking, ritual magic, and women’s circle work — but what she brings isn’t something you can learn in a course. It’s something she carries. You feel it the minute she speaks.

She leads, but not from above. From within it all — with you.

She’ll laugh with you. She’ll swear with you. She’ll hold the line when you need it. And she’ll remind you that your wildness isn’t something to fear — it’s something to follow.

She’s not here to be your guru.
She’s here to walk beside you while you remember who you are.